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“You could end it, you know. Pick a winner. Let them live.” I snort. If only it were that easy. “Find me one who can last past the third sunrise, and maybe I’ll consider it.” Her presence flickers in front of me, like a whisp of smoke. “You’ve gone soft. I can smell it on you.” “Must be your imagination. The only thing soft here is the ground after the corpses hit it.” She chuckles and fades, leaving the back of my skull blessedly empty. I straighten, scanning the new arrivals. A witch crying into her hands. Two wolves are already posturing for dominance. A human, brave or stupid, probably both, trying to look like she belongs. Typical.

There was a tale passed through generations, reaching the 21st Century, about a group of werewolves’ special mutation that brings out dormant abilities from a family’s genetic line. They were said to be marked and blessed by the moon goddess for they were the first of her followers. They were given the title of Legacy Wolves, keeping up their tradition and passing on their special traits through their children.

She couldn't believe that a vampire, Kratos' sister, could be the mate of a wolf. The wolves stopped in front of her, assessing her carefully. The black wolf growled softly, but the brown wolf with caramel eyes just looked at her curiously. Mirella tried to speak to him, trying to understand how this was possible, but her throat was dry and her voice wouldn't come out. She just stared at the wolf, feeling an inexplicable connection. Finally, the wolf approached her and sniffed her carefully, as if trying to confirm what his instincts were telling him. After a few moments, he looked directly into Mirella's eyes and let out a soft howl.

his wolf howled loudly as he called out to his mate but there was no response. His heartbeat raced and he looked around the wood but it’s like they were never there. ¶¶¶ Tory felt a grave headache before she could open her eyes. She opened her eyes and closed it immediately due to the light. She opened her eyes again and let it adjust to the light. She realized she was all alone in a cell and she stood up and shouted. “Who is there? Let me out.” No one was answering and she held the metal gate but she removed her hand as it burned her. “Shit”, she exclaimed. The metal was silver and silver was known to burn werewolves’ skin.

Sharper. All heads turned. And then—they arrived. Ten wolves in gray armor. My friend hadn’t let me down. They crashed into the rogues like a wave. The battle shifted. We pressed forward again. Rosa’s POV I caught Hark’s scent before I saw him. He stepped into the clearing. Alone. Tall. Smiling. “You brought outsiders?” he mocked. “I brought justice.” He charged. We met in the middle. Fury and history in every strike. Claws clashed. Old scars ripped open again.

One of the girls—Mira, maybe—licked her fingers and turned her face to the sky like it had blessed her. “Do you think wolves ever get bored of howling?” Jasmine asked suddenly. Sarah blinked. “What?” “They howl and they howl, and for what? Territory? Mates? Attention?” Jasmine tilted her head. “Maybe they’re just screaming into the dark because it’s the only thing that screams back.” Sarah frowned. “You’ve been reading your mother’s books again.” Jasmine didn’t deny it. Somewhere in her suite, under silk and secrets, those books still breathed. Some in languages even Elora wouldn’t recognize. Some with pages that pulsed faintly under her fingers. All of them inked in grief.

Panic flooded her heart, preventing her from moving. She was distracted by a strange movement from the side: the walls made of black glass began to ... rise, revealing the eyes of the girl of all the wolves of the Western Clan. It's time to release the she-wolf. "Bastard," Emily said angrily, looking at the man through the veil of tears that filled her eyes. Pain with incredible force pierced her fragile body, breaking and twisting it, not allowing the girl to even take a breath.

I told him as I pointed at a few Wolves that were close enough to hear the conversation. Alpha Leon nodded and stretched down his arm for a handshake. "So, Alpha of the Millenium wolves. There is a nice place for you here, for all of you," I said looking at the wolfs in front of me. "Jake, will you be kind to show them their new area?" I asked smiling at him whilst patting his left shoulder. He nodded and gestured for the Millenium wolf pack to follow him. Here is the link to my facebook fan page https://www.facebook.com/rishanovel/

Verina’s wolves fanned out on either side of her, all of them large, dark, with glowing red eyes, crouching down, ready to hurl themselves at my pack. My wolves were equally prepared, stooping low, finding their centers of gravity so they could launch off of the ground and meet any attack midair. Or be the first to strike.

The three wolves kept their assassin in a tight pocket between them as they began trying to fight off the sudden and absolute, vicious onslaught from the moonwalkers. Mj heard the sound of another howl, this time the sound practically sang to her body and she attempted to climb over Jay’s strawberry blonde fur shoulder to see where it was coming from. As the Quicksilver wolves continued to fight and bite, the same voice howled again and this time in the distance, Mj barely caught sight of an enormous figure before the walkers began to circle the wolves in an almost uniformed behavior. The melody of the new howl was virtually eating at Mj’s body, and she dropped to the ground before rollin